The battlefield hummed with ancient tension.
The twisted projection of Terrosia — a divine forgery made of memory and myth — began to crack under the weight of three cosmic forces born of the same pain, now hurtling toward one another from three different paths.
Ryu.
Luto.
And the one they came to save…
OnyxtheVoidwrath.
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The First Strike
The moment Ryu blinked, Onyx was already upon them.
A whirlwind of black flame and compressed space detonated from his swing, cleaving through the memory-crafted hills behind them — erasing a third of the false Terrosia like paper folded into a singularity.
Luto barely had time to conjure a multi-dimensional barrier before it shattered on contact. The impact howled like a hurricane made of rage and echoes.
"He's not holding back," Luto snapped, skidding through debris, shards of warped time fracturing around him. "No warning. No testing. Full force."
"That's not him!" Ryu shouted, racing through the ruins of memory. "It's the gods. They're puppeteeringhim!"
Then came the second strike.
Onyx streaked across the sky like a living comet, his weapon glowing with gravitational fury, his eyes now hollow violet rings — burning too bright to behold.
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A Battle of Brothers
Luto retaliated.
"Chrono-Shatter: Time-Lattice Shrapnel!"
The field bent, splintering into mirrored time-states. Copies of Ryu and Luto shimmered in every direction — a temporal labyrinth meant to confuse Onyx.
But Varkal'Zir in broadblade form tore through the mirage effortlessly.
Space folded inward around him as if obeying. Reality contorted at his will.
"He's been trained," Luto whispered, stunned. "This isn't raw power. He knows what we'll do before we do it."
"Then let's do something unpredictable."
Ryu vanished mid-sprint.
Reappeared above Onyx — laughing as he came crashing down in a spinning, flame-coated kick fueled by Unwritten Flow, his chaotic combat style that rewrote logic as he moved.
Onyx caught his ankle mid-air.
For a moment—he hesitated.
The fingers trembled.
"…Ryu…"
A whisper. A crack.
Then he hurled Ryu like a meteor into the ruins of a shattered temple, the sky shaking from impact.
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The Struggle to Reach Him
Luto blurred beside the crater.
"He hesitated."
"Yeah," Ryu groaned, pushing himself out. "I think my spine saw the void for a second… but that's a win."
"So we push harder."
The brothers surged together.
Luto activated his Chrono-Crusher Array, echoing his future movements in stuttered frames of time to outmaneuver Onyx's predictions.
Ryu followed with familiar footwork — imitating Onyx's old fighting patterns. The rhythm of their youth. Fist. Step. Pivot. Leap.
It was memory made motion.
Their strikes landed. Their patterns danced.
But Onyx still didn't speak.
Not until Luto, panting, yelled:
"We didn't come here to win a fight, dammit—We came to get our brother back!"
Onyx froze mid-swing.
Luto's voice cracked.
"You said we were unbreakable. That nothing could ever separate us…"
"So then — why won't you say something now?!"
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A Crack in the Void
Onyx lowered Varkal'Zir which had shifted to its Broadblade form
And for the first time — the hollow violet in his eyes flickered.
A spark.
Memories surged through him.
A starlit hill.
A burnt sandwich.
Ryu laughing too loud.
Luto lecturing mid-chew.
A promise made under a dying sun.
"…I…"
A breath.
Then — a divine glyph seared itself into the burning false sun above.
A voice, cruel and thunderous, shattered the moment:
"VOIDWRATH. OBEY. SLAY THE ANOMALIES."
Onyx screamed.
The glyphs engraved across his skin reignited.
His aura twisted into a surge of dark crimson divinity, overtaking him like a noose of fire.
The gods weren't just watching now.
They were tightening the leash.
"NO—ONYX!!" Ryu screamed, leaping toward him.
But a shockwave burst from Onyx's body, flinging both brothers back like dolls tossed by a hurricane.
The terrain cracked in half.
The illusion of Terrosia began to unravel.
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Luto groaned, staggering to his feet.
His lip was bleeding. His aura sputtered.
He looked up—his breath caught.
Onyx now hovered, mid-air, swirling with divine corruption, dreadlocks flailing from the pressure, his body locked in a storm of torn memories and divine control.
Across the battlefield, Ryu's voice echoed:
"This… isn't over."
They were this close.
But how far were they willing to go?
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Flashback: The Creation of Voidwrath
Time: 10 Years Ago
Location: Unknown Divine Realm Sector — Class-Secured
Onyx woke in chains.
Not just divine bindings — but soulforged manacles that pulsed with anti-void energy.
He lay on a cold obsidian table surrounded by surgical light.
His breath fogged.
He was terrified.
"Where… am I?"
The walls were wrong.
Too clean. Too empty.
Too inhuman.
It was not heaven. It was not hell.
It was a facility.
The Executioner Creation Facility.
—Narrator—
In whispers across the multiverse, rebellions rise and fall. Factions of resistance challenge the divine. But few know what happens to the rebels who are not killed — only captured.
Those with unmatched potential are not destroyed…
They are re-forged into divine weapons.
This is the birthplace of the gods' executioners.
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Suddenly—
Footsteps.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The door creaked open.
A being stepped forward — not garbed in armor or robes, but draped in shifting echoes of existence, their form constantly rewriting.
Onyx snapped, voice hoarse:
"Who the hell are you?! Let me go!!"
The being smiled.
Their face glowed with gentle cruelty. Their aura bent reality.
"I am the Voice of Genesis."
—
The Voice of Genesis
Embodies: Creation, Beginnings, Raw Potential
Personality: Speaks in riddles and paradoxes. Believes even rebellion is part of the design.
Their face shimmered — sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes neither.
Their eyes were filled with stars that hadn't been born yet.
And their smile…
Was utterly inhuman.
"You are special, Onyx. A shard of contradiction. A paradox with legs."
"You will not die."
"You will become the void that judges rebellion."
Onyx's screams echoed down a corridor no soul has ever returned from.
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Back to the Present
The scream in his throat had long since died.
But now — standing in the air above Ryu and Luto, his body a storm of divine corruption and fractured memory — a flicker of willpower returned.
His eyes twitched.
And for the first time since his transformation…
He remembered his name.
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Ryu clenched his fists, blood trickling down his chin.
Luto summoned Nulvyr, the twin-forged kaskara now burning with counter-divine resonance.
And Onyx…
He lowered his massive weapon: Varkal'Zir — The Gravemark of Oblivion.
Forged in the core of a collapsed star within the void's edge,
Cooled in the silence of unmade time.
Only Onyx could lift it.
And only Onyx could command it.
The weapon twisted.
Its form shifted into the Grave Pike, locking into stance.
No words.
Just energy.
Ryu pushed his dreadlocks out of his face, smiled sideways—
"Well… guess there's only one way to know what you remember…"
The sky shattered red.
The field trembled.
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TO BE CONTINUED…